Shea Schultze’s Reviews > Lime Creek > Status Update

Run on sentences like "The peach-fuzz turning to whiskers on the sons of man and coming up from the barn some warm Saturday evening seeing the gangly little girl you’d known right from seed suddenly appearing on the porch like her own lovely ghost waiting and then hugging you around your neck that had to still smell of the horse you’d been shoeing and saying, Your supper’ll be cold Daddy." Exhausting.